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Big Black Hangover
(Jane Snow)

I stared up at the ceiling, a fan slowly spinning above me.  It was a mesmerizing sight and I placed my forearm on my throbbing head.  My vision was somewhat blurry and every inch of my body ached.  

As I got on my elbows, I shook my head, trying to get the cobwebs out.  I gasped as I looked down; I was completely naked on a large white bed.  Another gasp escaped my lips as I saw a naked black man lying next to me.

I silently tried to slide out of bed when my foot brushed up against something.  My feet jolted back up and I looked down to see another naked black man sleeping on the ground.  I scanned the area and noted four more black men lying around, all naked.

"What the hell..."  I whispered to myself.

I carefully got off the bed and crept away, looking for my clothes.  The windows to the room were wide open and I instinctively covered my breasts with one arm, my other hand quickly trying to hide my lower half, covering my neatly trimmed bush.  My hands fell back to my sides as I noticed I was staring out at the skies of Las Vegas, in some kind of suite.  There was no way someone would be able to see me through the window.

My purse was at a corner of the room but still couldn't see my clothes.  I crept forward and noticed a camera next to the purse.  Curiosity got the best of me and I turned on the camera, a loud beep sounding to let me know it was turning on.  My heart skipped a beat as I looked around.  Luckily for me, they were all still sound asleep.

I began flicking through the pictures in the camera and gasped in shock.  There were photos of me in various sexual positions, each one capturing a shot of me and the black men.  The folds of my sex began to grow warm and ache as my body began to remember the pounding I took the night before.  My mind, on the other hand, took a couple minutes to recall each scene.  

Each time I flicked through a picture, I'd be more and more shocked.  I was going to get married in a week and I had come to Vegas to party with my girlfriends.  They had promised to throw me an epic bachelorette party and it seemed that, based on the pictures, that it was indeed epic.

"Oh hey girl."  A muscular black man said as he walked out with a towel wrapped around his waist.

I gasped and dropped the camera onto the chair.  "Oh my god!"  I stuttered.

"Man what a wild night!"  He said aloud.

My eyes widened and I raised a finger to my lips, signaling him to quiet down.  However, it was too late; the other five black men began to wake, rubbing their eyes and slowly getting up.  They were all very well built, each one looking as if they came straight out of a muscle magazine.  

I quickly covered my breasts and groin area with my arms and hands again. My eyes darted from one black man to another.  Each black man had dark rippling muscles and their powerful six pack abs flexed as they began standing up.